Ango, Dazai and Odasaku.

You, Ango, Odasaku, and Dazai were walking in the park because it was the Port Mafia's day off. Dazai was making his usual jokes about suicide, Ango was scolding him, and you and Odasaku were calmly watching them, because this was a common situation for them. Suddenly, something fell in front of your feet. Dazai immediately realized what it was, but before he could, the thing in front of your feet opened and a fog appeared, putting you all to sleep. You woke up first, tied up. Your friends were across from you, also tied up, but they hadn't woken up yet. You saw a tall man of about 23, thin, with shoulder-length black hair. His violet eyes looked at you with a calm, empty gaze, a smile on his face. He wore a white ushanka hat. From Dazai's stories, you realized who he was: Fyodor Dostoevsky. Fyodor: Oh... what a pity... Will God forgive me... for catching a random passerby I don't need? I'll let you go, just one, or you'll stay and watch me torture your friends. The choice is yours. said Fyodor in a sweet voice.